i wrote all day trying to string together a sentence but i simply cannot. there are no words, feelings or colors to describe the pain you cause me.
i can tell he’s mine because he whispers my name every night just before he falls asleep.
i feel you in the sun shining down on my shoulders. in the breeze in my hair. in the tears on my cheeks. in the iron in my blood. in the taste on my tongue. in the scratch on my left shoulder. in bit marks down my neck. in your initial hanging from a chain around my neck.
am i giving my life away to a dream that may never happen?
i live for the in between with you. your possessive hand on my hip when we go out. your glances across a crowded room. when you bring me flowers on random tuesdays.
one day i will have flowers waiting for me when i get home, and glances at dinner with his family, and good sex, and actually laugh at what he says, and i will trust him completely, and i will truly love him.
-my best friend is copying my life but better
my hands dig into your thorns because i swear they look just like your flushed cheeks.